Текст песни 24/7 Winter - Neal R

Y'all so cold left me shivering like winter
Have to cover the frost with tinter
Turn their faces like a spinner
The real winner always hinders the finger
Most rappers don't admit they mistakes
But all it takes is some fakes
To make em' drop like Hoe Cakes
And shake the stakes of the full brakes
Clear Skies had to fuck off
That shit sucked ass like Mary Hoff
Had to get my music morphed
Russian like strong vodka, Smirnoff
(Yeah)
I don't need a studio to go crazy
Lazy me, spittin rhymes in my closet shaky
The mic almost fell it's so dainty
Keep the rhymes coming like it's fallen grainy's
And I needa stop the pausing
Endless clausing
Me so merry call me Santa Claus
Famous man, but he's nameless
Shake off the strangeness, tameless

The world is so feminized
Like boy shut down by hater
Spader me later
The food I serve up is catered
You like a fader, pay her
Autobahn lyrics, switch the transmission
Like i'm Nascar, pass the car like ambition
Race to the start faster than a transition
The admission flabbergasted at the condition
Don't be furious because I'm just curious
Let this be glorious like I'm luxurious
Let me spit the rhymes so hard it's a horror story
Notorious like a donor who was a smoker
Uh
And it's all in your imagination
Play make and believe
Leave the pet peeve
Keep this bitch like steeve
Let this santa heave the beef
24-7 winter feel real chilly
Plottin' on a billy, experience like a milly
Sittin in my chair, supervillan thingy
Window not clear, you could call it tingy
Stop talking to me bout' your personal life
It doesn't make a difference if it was a knife
Please, stop gossiping and crying
Your lying, you ain't my homie, why you always spying
Always ready for the next jawbreaker
Story taker, faggot maker
Forgiveness is of the essence, shame is a caker
The stories you make up, you fucking faker
My mouth is dryer than a desert, I'm not cold
I just told I don't mess around with bullshit, y'all fold
Put me in a mold, turn me to gold
They say pressure makes Diamonds, I say that's old
Hit me on the 150, y'all can't fuck with me
Staying on the thrifty, high giddy
Killing all these lyrics, not pretty, not guilty
Keep me on the high, I'm spiffy in a jiffy